When I thought
that The Mountain Between Us was
purely a survival adventure film, I was rather excited to see it, especially
considering the caliber of the cast involved. When I realized that this was as
much a romance film as a survivalist narrative, I was annoyed, despite the
natural charms and chemistry of the aforementioned cast members. Even Idris
Elba and Kate Winslet were unable to convince me that two people who are
injured and starving from weeks of harsh conditions would have the energy or
inclination for a steamy sex scene. But for those who are willing and able to
ignore the ridiculousness of the plot, The
Mountain Between Us offers a few predictable indulgences in entertainment.
It is nothing groundbreaking, and I often found myself looking at my phone or
checking the run-time, but the end result is harmlessly forgettable.

I’ll never
forget the first time I saw Terminator 2,
especially because the circumstances surrounding the experience still remain a
debated point of family history. My mother insists that I was not punished for
watching this film, but I am certain that I was at least reprimanded, as I was
not permitted to see R-rated films at the time. In fact, this was the first
R-rated film that I ever saw, and I received this introductory cinema education
where all parents with children enrolled in L.A. county public education could hope; my
fourth grade classroom. I was indeed a ten year old receiving a unique
education from a teacher who deemed Fridays to be ‘bring-a-movie-to-class day’
(The following Friday we watched Born in East L.A.).